Something Happened to Me On the Way to the Cross

When I had heard it was there, He was dying for me,
I knew I must see, if it really were He,
And something happened to me, on the way to the cross.

My heart had been cold to the stories He told,
But my spirit did cry for the truth to unfold.
As I grappled my way, through the crowd and the throng,
I begin to believe that my heart had been wrong.
As I followed His path, drops of His blood at my feet,
Something happened to me, on the way to the cross.

Then at the crest of the hill they call ole’ Calvary,
I saw, yes, it was He who was dying for me.
As He looked in my face, there He showed me God’s grace.
Then I fell on my knee, at the foot of that tree,
For something had happened to me, on the way to the cross.

There I began to believe, and my heart was set free,
For I knew that God’s Son, was there dying for me.
For my sins He did pay, and for all of yours too.
Just ask Him to forgive, all the sin in your heart,
And something will happen to you, on the way to the cross.